Damas’s ears flattened, and he showed me his fangs before he jumped out and galloped across the street, his paws splashing in the deep puddles.
Thinking of gnawing my foot off again? I jogged after him. At night, this industrial part of town was abandoned, so there was no need to worry about traffic.
Not if it’s soggy.
My boots are waterproof.
We reached the front door where a small awning protected the entrance from the rain. Marginally. Some splashed off the pavement to the sides and hit us. The door was locked.
Do you sense anyone inside? I didn’t.
No.
Any magical traps or other dangerous things I should be wary of? I touched a hand to the door and focused on my lock-picking charm.
Aside from my teeth around your foot?
Yes.
I weakly detect a few magical devices inside. I belie
